Schnee strode through the corridor outside her room, her veil fluttering with each deliberate step.
"Has she woken up yet?" she asked, her voice firm, addressing a white-haired maid standing by her door, a water basin balanced in her hands.
The maid's tired eyes narrowed as she smiled at the young Judge.
"It has only been one hour, Miss Schnee. She can't possibly recover so quickly."
Miss Schnee. So, she was sticking with this now. It seemed she had entirely dropped the "Judge Schnee" formality since being asked to bring Vasilisa's unconscious form to this room. Schnee debated whether noting the change was worth the trouble. As a Judge, it was her duty not to let such details slip by unnoticed.
"Already one hour, Miss Arachnea. Already one hour," she repeated, her tone clipped.
"Why, I suppose Miss Vasilisa has been occupying Miss Schnee's room for about eight hours now. Must I apologize on her behalf?"
